I am a weakling, but I am regarded as the supreme holy devil by the righteous people.

The demon cultivator must be more aggressive. The more aggressive the demon cultivator, the more afraid the opponent will be.

It's a pity that my handsome face can't look fierce no matter what.

Alas, what a pity.

If only I were on the right path.

——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 2567 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang

The figure of the lion demon flying away in embarrassment was seen by all the demon cultivators in the Little Holy Mountain.

After the lion demon completely turned into a black spot and disappeared, many demon cultivators from the Heavenly Demon Sect couldn't wait to come to the mountainside to see what happened.

Here, Yang Shuo, whose arm was injured, respectfully pulled the courtyard door up and closed it again.

He couldn't control the broken parts for the time being, so he could only roughly close them.

After slowly retreating fifty feet, other demon cultivators immediately came forward.

"Archdeacon, what just happened? Why did the lion demon escape?"

"Brother Yang, is that lion demon starting to fight with the sect leader?"

"The lion demon must have lost."

…

Looking at the curious eyes of all the demon cultivators. Yang Shuo snorted and said: "How dare a mere lion demon take action against the sect leader?"

Yang Shuo said with infinite contempt: "Just now the sect master pulled his hair and slapped him twice. He didn't even dare to fart!"

"Fuck!"

"So cruel!"

"The sect leader is really a heifer who has entered the bull shed, what a disaster!"

"You just pull your hair and slap it like this? It's so relaxing!"

The demon cultivators have a new understanding of the power of the sect master.

A few demon cultivators rolled their eyes, and suddenly they had the news of making money again. This news should be reported to the Holy Word, at least in a small section. Anyone who gives information can get a lot of money.

Yang Shuo continued: "Don't disturb the sect master. Get me some healing medicine. My arm was injured by the lion demon bastard. Also, give me all the demonic cultivation techniques that the sect master didn't like last time." I'll bring it. Next time this happens, it would be a shame for the sect master to take action. The sect master won't wipe our butts for us every time, do you understand?"

"clear!"

"That's what Boss Yang said."

"Our strength is indeed too far away from the sect master. If someone powerful comes to seek refuge in the future, wouldn't it be..."

"Wait a minute, Brother Yang, I just received a letter addressed to the sect master. Do you want to send it over now?"

A demon cultivator took out the letter and handed it to Yang Shuo.

Yang Shuo frowned and said, "How did you send it?"

"The black crow sent a message from Mangkhut County."

The demon cultivator quickly replied.

Yang Shuo rolled his eyes, glanced at the letter, and suddenly smiled: "I understand, it seems that the lion demon can't even control his own men."

With that said, Yang Shuo opened the letter with one hand.

The other demon cultivators were shocked and said, "Brother Yang, this is a letter to the sect master."

"Brother Yang, you are so disrespectful!"

"Stop tearing it apart!"

Yang Shuo smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. The sect leader has said that I will be solely responsible for all matters related to the new demon cultivators. This letter must mean that someone is coming to seek refuge with us."

When he opened the letter, it was exactly as Yang Shuo expected.

With a chuckle, Yang Shuo said: "Look, look. People's thoughts are moving. Lion Demon is really not worthy of being the boss. Someone, come here and reply to the letter for me, tell them that I have received the letter, please contact me often, Demon Zong welcomes them at any time. Of course, it would be better if they have a certificate of surrender. They are all veterans and understand what I mean."

"yes!"

The magic cultivator quickly wrote down the following and sent it back with the same black crow.

Seeing the black crow flying away, Yang Shuo's eyes flashed with coldness, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I will definitely avenge this! Lion Demon, let's wait and see."

…

In the small courtyard, everything became quiet again.

Zhang Mo has no time to think about other things for the time being, and his attention is still on the wishing pot in front of him.

For Zhang Mo, other things are trivial.

The most important thing is to succeed in making a wish first. As long as the wish is successful, he will be invincible and sweep everything, and everything can be solved.

Although the process of making a wish is a bit complicated and there are a few hiccups in the middle, as long as the result is good, it will be fine.

Holding back the excitement in his heart, Zhang Mo pulled out a piece of his hair while shaking his legs, and slowly put it into the wishing pot.

The wishing pot that had been shouting "Make a wish! Make a wish!" finally stopped. That big eye suddenly glowed.

Then he said: "The breath tracking is successful, let's start making wishes!"

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Mo immediately opened his mouth and said a lot: "I want to be invincible in the world, become a god in my body, conquer the world with my fists, sweep across all wastes, and unify the world. I also want to have hordes of beauties, countless money, life as long as heaven, and happiness." Like the East China Sea. There is also a handsome man who is loved by everyone, and flowers bloom when he sees me, and women will pounce on me when they see me..."

Before Zhang Mo could finish speaking, the wishing pot grew an arm and slapped Zhang Mo on the forehead.

"Stop, did I ask you to make a wish? I made the wish!"

Zhang Mo covered his forehead and said: "Okay, okay, okay, you make a wish! Wait a minute, what did you say?"

Zhang Mo suddenly widened his eyes, looked at the wishing pot and said, "Did you just say that you made a wish?"

The wishing pot replied: "Yes, I was the one who made the wish. That's why I call it the wishing pot. Listen up, I want to eat the moon in the sky!"

Zhang Mo stood up directly, his whole body shaking with anger.

He ignored the wish of the wishing pot at all. He only pointed at the wishing pot tremblingly and said: "You mean that I put so much effort into making you and finally fulfilled your wish?"

The wishing pot replied: "Yeah, what's the problem?"

Zhang Mo almost collapsed. He continued with trembling lips: "Then I fulfilled your wish, will you fulfill mine?"

The wishing pot said: "After you complete it, I will make a wish. Why should I fulfill your wish? You are not the wishing pot."

"Fuck you, uncle!"

Zhang Mo couldn't bear it any longer, and his ability to cheat his father was getting worse every time.

He went up and kicked the wishing pot over, and then unleashed a punch.

The wishing pot was not to be outdone, and shouted repeatedly: "If you don't fulfill your wish, you will be beaten, you will be beaten!"

One person and one pot started the battle of the century. This punch was so powerful, and that kick was so terrifying.

The two fought for a while, but Zhang Mo had the upper hand.

After all, Zhang Mo is now a man of vitality. He is also a practitioner.

The wishing pot didn't have any special abilities, and it was quickly smashed to pieces by Zhang Mo.

His hands and feet were broken, and half of the pot was broken into pieces.

Just like that, the wishing pot is still alive and still shouting: "Beat, be beaten, be beaten!"

Zhang Mo really had tears in his eyes, what a scam.

The last ability that was as immovable as a mountain was considered control after all, although it was about controlling oneself first and then controlling others.

And the ability of this wishing pot is really useless, and it still needs to be beaten.

Damn it, something made of mud can still be hit so hard, it’s really a lie.

Zhang Mo expressed that he had no love for the devil at all.

Raise your middle finger and point it at the altar.

XYour uncle, the devil!